About My Journal

Snob (or so they say). "Scary as hell" Object of intense dislike of batch 2007. Only child. Probably spoiled rotten. Wants to believe that she gets what she wants because she flashes a smile. Artfully sarcastic. Romantic cynic. Weakness= Seattle's JavaNilla shake. Strawberry ice cream. Cheese pizza. Melon O's. About to own a rather extensive collection of CD compilations. Loves music. She Will be Loved. The Difference. Sunday Morning. Last Beautiful Girl. Back to You. Closet sap. Eight written journals. Writer (or "writer", if you'd prefer). Has a soft spot for puppies and dogs. Bunnies. Frustrated pianist. Wannabe drummer. Wannabe band member. Adores Halloween (and trick-or-treating!). Fascinated by vampires. Likes red, black and purple. Has thirty-something bags. Stone benches in HS quad. Card games in the [school paper] office. Friends. Wednesday/ Friday lunches. Grossly inexperienced debator. In love with debate. Much too opinionated for her own good. Could not care less about Philippine politics. Sucks at Econ. Sixteen blogs. Writes pointless rants in three of her sixteen blogs. Likes ranting. Is usually shy but will not shut up once she starts talking. Spends way too much time online. Multitasks. Phone conversations running into four AM (and past it, sometimes). Chat sessions with thirtysixers in the dead of the night. Summer of 2003. Somewhat OC. In love with Lit. Content with seventeen. Dreading eighteen. Wants to drive before she hits twenty-one. Wants to makes a movie someday. Laughs way too much. Huge fan of Brit humor. Loves philosophy. Fooled (and is still fooling) people into believing that she's responsible. Procrastinator. Abhors high school (senior year, particularly). Is immensely happy for being plunked into college. "...seemingly naive yet intense." Bearer of the "killer smile" (circa HS 3). Perhaps the picture will speak for itself.